Hush, Hush!--How Well That Sweet Word Sounds, When Love, The Little Sentinel, Walks His Night-Rounds; Then, If A Foot But Dare One Rose-Leaf Crush, Myriads Of Voices In The Air Whisper, "Hush, Hush!" "Hark, Hark, 'Tis He!" The Night Elves Cry, And Hush Their Fairy Harmony, While He Steals By; But If His Silvery Feet One Dew-Drop Brush, Voices Are Heard In Chorus Sweet, Whispering, "Hush, Hush!"